A hundred miles north of the winding Great Wall, a solid small city stands on an empty land on all sides. This small city is called Sujiang City. During the reign of Emperor Wu of Han, the champion Hou Huo Qubing led the cavalry to defeat the Huns, and almost countless Huns killed were frightened. When the army returned to the court, a large number of Hun nobles came to kneel down to pray for surrender. Huo Qubing immediately ordered the soldiers to build Sujiang City here. The name of Sujiang City became the banner of the Han people and the shame of the defeat of the Huns, and was famous!

The situation changed, and at a glance, with the political storm of the Han court and internal conflict, the Suijiang City, which Huo Qubing once stood triumphantly, was also occupied by the rising Xianbei people. Now, the King's flag has been changed in the Suijiang City, and it has completely fallen into the hands of the Yuwen clan of the eight major Xianbei clans.

When the Yuwen clan took over the Suicheng City, the name of this ancient city was not changed. Because in their eyes, the powerful Han Dynasty was the real beggar in the Suicheng City. They were the increasingly powerful Xianbei dynasty, and they were not the defeated Huns!

Outside the Suicheng City, there were countless distances. Along the way, there were all broken limbs and broken arms. The army led by Zhang Liao and Xu Huang went toward the Suicheng City in a fierce and fierce manner.

The flags were flying, the clothes were flying, and the sound of the collision of spears and iron swords jingled. Along the way, it was not calm, and it could even be said that the Yuwen family spies, who were not afraid of death, were assassinating generals at all levels in the army one after another. Even when eating and sleeping, they had to beware of a figure holding a dagger popping up from the ground.

Zhang Liao and Xu Huang were also assassinated several times, but sadly, no matter how good these assassins performed, they were killed by Zhang Liao and Xu Huang on the spot, and their death was so miserable.

However, many generals at all levels were assassinated in the camp due to insufficient vigilance, which made the marching soldiers gradually panic, rumors spread everywhere, and morale plummeted!

Zhang Liao immediately ordered coldly: Those who are slightly injured stay, those who are seriously injured retreat, and those who are dead replace them. If the chief official dies, let the subordinates replace them.

He wants to use the bloody iron-blooded military order to show those who are trying to stop the army from moving forward through assassination: any conspiracy is a paper tiger.

Set up camp, set up a camp, and take a break.

Zhang Liao and the Lu Bu side army led by Xu Huang set up a swagger in the heat of their eyes rising from the surrendered city.

This partial army has 3,000 cavalry and 2,000 infantry. If it is said to be elite, it is far inferior to the army that Lu Bu personally led the Xianbei. Although there are no elderly, weak, sick and disabled, they are all young and strong, and there are still many young men. Among them, the proportion of small virgins is not to practice boy skills. The deeper the skills, the better, but to rely on veterans on the battlefield! This army of 5,000 people looks powerful and is very frightening, but if you really want to talk about it, it is difficult to form combat effectiveness without going through several major wars!

However, Zhang Liao and Xu Huang didn't care or there was a thunder in their stomachs, but the next day after camping, they led the group of boy soldiers to launch a verbal war outside the surrender city.

I saw Zhang Liaoxing's eyes wide, his beard was long, and he was holding a bright silver spear, riding on his female and yellow horse. Three thousand cavalrymen lined up one after another, with a magnificent momentum, shouting with a dark face: Do the paparazzi of the Yuwen clan dare to fight your grandfather Zhang Wenyuan for 300 rounds?

On the low city wall, Yuwen Zhong was wearing a black robe and a calm expression. He didn't understand Chinese and had a level zero level, so he said to his generals: Who is this? What are you shouting?

A general came out of the list and said in Xianbei: This man's surname is Zhang, his name is Liao, and his courtesy name is Wenyuan. He is a general under our mortal enemy, Lu Bu. He is shouting and yelling at us to fight against the generals!

"What did this person scold?" Yuwen Zhong said with a smile.

"He said we were puppies and said we wanted to be our grandfathers!" The general replied respectfully.

"Dog? Wolf? This is the way the Han people curse people. Isn't it praise?" Yuwen Zhong shook his head. In their Xianbei Yuwen clan, the wolf cub was given the title of outstanding warrior under the glory of the wolf god, and the wolf dog is not separated. The dog cub is also considered a second-level title.

"This person also said to be grandpa. All of us here, grandpa has been dead for a long time. Could it be that this person is determined to grow old and die!" Yuwen Zhong said loudly.

"Don't worry about this. Since this person wants to be the grandfather of this leader, then kill him and let him achieve this wish, because the grandfather of this leader will wait for him underground!" Yuwen Zhong suddenly said viciously.

The general who was familiar with Chinese culture turned red and felt ashamed, but he did not dare to remind Yuwen Zhong if he gave him a great courage.

Alas, the cultural differences are great, and it kills people! The Xianbei people are indifferent to family affection and blood, and treat human ethics roughly and rationally. After the brother dies, the younger brother marrys his sister-in-law, and after the father dies, the son marrys his mother. The Yuwen clan is the most determined and unscrupulous among the Xianbei people. His grandfather’s, Yuwen Zhong has no scruples, so he doesn’t care who his grandfather is!

"Turdi asks for battle!" The general's face flushed, as if only he could vent the shame that only he knew.

"Yun!" Yuwen Zhong looked at Turdi with satisfaction, with a high awareness! Although the generals under the city were not harsh in scolding and there were no insulting words, the general stood up without hesitation. After all, both sides are now fighting for their own masters and fighting for enemies.

Turdi is eight feet tall, has a big waist and a round waist, and is good at using a giant axe to kill the sky. He specially wore a heavy armor and rode on a mighty Xianbei horse, leading two thousand Yuwen clan cavalry out of the city to fight.

The two armies faced each other, which was enough to accommodate the open space where both sides fought for three hundred rounds.

Turdi, galloping on the horse's back, met Zhang Liao who was coming.

"Your grandpa, I, Turdi, will teach you a lesson as a grandpa today!" Turdi shouted loudly in unfamiliar Chinese, and deliberately added to the tone of grandpa and the bastard.

"Looking for death!" Zhang Liao was furious. The spear in his hand seemed to have magic power. He originally planned to change it to a tentative shot to take action with all his strength.

Suddenly, Turdi felt that he was covered in gunfire, with endless gun shadows everywhere. He was blood-red and used his Sky-Slaying Axe to block it with all his strength.

Just as the two weapons were about to come into contact, the shadows of guns that Zhang Liao waved suddenly condensed into one, and suddenly accelerated, turning a corner at a tricky angle, and stabbed into Turdi's neck.

"Uh, you... grandpa... grandpa..." Turdi was extremely unwilling to give up, but could only lean on his back weakly!

Zhang Liao calmly pulled out the gun tip, shook off a few drops of blood, and said: Who else? Want to die under your Grandpa Zhang's gun?
Chapter completed!